Chapter 71 Asking About His Location

• As I traced his name over and over again on the wooden surface, my mind drifted to Arthur—his enigmatic presence, his quiet demeanor that seemed to conceal a thousand untold stories. With each stroke of my fingers, I felt a sense of connection to him, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath his stoic facade.
• He was a masterpiece, a man of silent strength and unwavering serenity. But beneath that calm exterior, I sensed a turmoil brewing, a storm of emotions that threatened to break free.
• "What makes a man so silent?" I had often wondered, but now, as I sat there, fingers lingering on his name, I found myself more determined than ever to uncover the truth.